"I'm afraid that I do," he replied honestly, smile twisting his lips. "It comes from years of having to do so for my occupation, so it simply comes naturally. However, I hope you don't think that I ask maliciously or in jest." He folded his hands together in front of him, his expression open with concern and offering an ear to listen. Trust me, it said subtly. "With your world in such a state, I was curious of your clear bitter outlook."

He nodded at the honest answer, feeling that it wasn't given to him out of any particular force, not that he could. Yet. There was no point making enemies, not when one of them had his asset's face; it could prove both entertaining and vital to future plans that he was pulling together.

"I suppose if you weren't so useful where you're from, they would have either removed your threat or used you as an appropriate weapon given the perchance for violence then," he remarked, shrugging his shoulders as if it was expected of a man with literally nothing. And it was. Nothing to lose meant everything to gain.